When we decided we wanted to try IUI (Intrauterine Insemination) we naturally spent hours researching the procedure and its success rates. The odds for IUI success depends on a number of variables such as age, how long you’ve been trying to conceive, and if you have any fertility issues, etc.
As for Nicole—age wasn’t an issue, she didn’t have any known fertility problems, and this would be her first time trying to conceive.
Our fertility specialist informed us of our odds during our first visit. He pulled up a fancy graph on his computer and shared with us that we would have about a 17% chance of conceiving on the first try.
That doesn’t seem like the best odds–but then again, this is to conceive a HUMAN LIFE!
Not even for a second did we let that 17% chance bring us down. We were ecstatic that we were about to embark on this journey to start our family!
In March of 2019 we had our first IUI. We were filled with nerves and excitement! Nicole didn’t ovulate on her own so they had given us a trigger shot (injection of HCG which triggers your ovaries to release eggs). I was given strict instructions by the Dr. to inject this into Nicole’s stomach approximately 36 hours before our scheduled IUI.
When the day finally came we received a phone call on our way to the clinic from one of the nurses. They needed Nicole to verify the details of our sperm donor so that they could take it out to start thawing.
The procedure was pretty simple… (easy for me to say I know)… but the Dr. just had Nicole lay back and relax. We both verified that he had the correct sperm again, and then the doctor completely caught me off guard! He asked ME if I wanted to push the plunger of sperm into Nicole!!!!!!!
My first reaction to this questions was to ask Nicole if it was okay….Of course she said yes, so in it went, all thanks to ME! (We SO wish we had a picture of this!) After the sperm was in, Nicole had to stay laying down for 15-20 minutes.
Just like that—Operation Grow A Baby was underway!
Then came the dreaded TWW (Two Week Wait). We over-analyzed every symptom and grew more anxious with each passing day. It had been 12 days since the IUI when we agreed that if AF (Aunt Flo) didn’t show the next day, we were going to test!
The next day, which was Easter Sunday/April 1st—We got pranked by Aunt Flo herself…
April Fools! You are SO not pregnant! 🙁
We spent the rest of the day feeling pretty defeated. We had tried to guard our hearts throughout those very long 12 days—reminding ourselves that it would be way too good to be true for it to happen on the first try.
However, I know we both held out hope that maybe just MAYBE we would be part of that 17% success rate.
Fast-Forward a few weeks and we were ready for Round 2! We weren’t going to let last month bring us down—We were MORE than ready this time! Nicole ovulated on her own without the trigger shot and we were already feeling more confident than the last cycle. Nicole felt more at ease because she knew exactly what to expect this time. Just like last time–We verified the sperm, Nicole laid back, and in went the swimmers! (I was totally prepared to play Dr. this time)
Nicole was READY for this TWW! She ate her pineapple (this is supposed to help with implantation), made special fertility smoothies, and made sure to always keep her uterus warm!
We decided that we weren’t going to discuss her symptoms this time. I wasn’t even allowed to ask! Little did I know….she had been keeping a list of symptoms in her phone!
We did a pretty good job at keeping ourselves distracted until about 10 days past IUI. Nicole told me she was going to test first thing in the morning…. I didn’t sleep a wink that night!
5:30 A.M. rolls around and I hear Nicole go to the bathroom—It felt like a lifetime before I heard her open the door. I had this really bad feeling it must be negative since she didn’t come out screaming and yelling.
I remember saying “So it’s negative?” She replied with uncertainty–“Well, I’m not really sure.”
I jumped out of bed so fast that I forgot I needed my glasses—I definitely needed my glasses because it was the faintest pink line EVER! Were our eyes just playing tricks on us???
I swear–I didn’t even think about anything else besides that (maybe?) faint pink line that day. I took a picture of the test and looked at it a million times! Again, I barely slept that night because I knew when that alarm went off in the morning, Nicole would be testing again! HCG (pregnancy hormone) increases all the time so the line should be darker this time if she’s really pregnant.
I remember sitting there in bed that morning praying so hard. God, please let it be darker, please let it be darker! She opened the bathroom door and said…
“Babe, it’s there…the line is really there!”
I didn’t even need my glasses to see it. That perfect pink line was clearly there! We hugged and cried right there in the bathroom. How are we going to be able to focus at work today? How are we going to keep this a secret from our friends and family for 12 weeks???
Somehow we went to work that day as if everything was normal. We waited those long 12 weeks to share the news. Fast forward to today, Nicole is 23 weeks pregnant! We did it, well let’s be honest guys, I did it. It was the exact angle and perfect push of the sperm plunger that made this all possible.
I couldn’t be happier or more thankful for our perfect baby girl growing inside my wife.
January can’t come soon enough!